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Caught the twelve thirty from ashmont station32 ounces with the rum mixed in |
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God knows |
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I need it with the way |
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I've been living |
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Self medicated, chemical salvation |
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Afternoon show up at central station |
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When the music hits |
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I don't feel no pain |
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Now I'm outside in the cold again trying to find my way |
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The sun is setting in the combat zone |
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The streets are empty all the bars are closed |
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And I'm walking thru government center |
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Trying to find my way back home |
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Dodging the cops at the |
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ATMsThree third hand suits and a record collection |
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From late night raids on the salvation army bins |
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Whatever god |
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I pray to must be broke as me |
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Got a busted 4 track and a dead end job |
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Up at the downs on friday trying to make it pay off |
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On a twelve to one, but |
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I got shut out |
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Man I'd be late to my own fuckin' funeral |
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Read the headlines passing out of town news |
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Says the world is still fucked and run by fools |
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And it don't seem to matter which drugs you use |
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It still turns out the same |
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This record spins the same old song |
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The speaker's blown and the needle's worn |
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Don't matter nothing in the end |
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They say when you leave |
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You can never go home again. |
